Blow Me Away

Peanut butter on crackers was the closest I came to meditating today. Sometimes just chewing and daydreaming does the trick. Today’s chewing found me pondering the perils of marketing my workshops. I’m going to be a little lazy here and…

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Braking Habits

I have a vivid memory of sitting in a café with a trusted friend, many moons ago, lamenting my then relationship. I had quite the shopping list. Why couldn’t my 'other half' be different? Why couldn’t all my love and…

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Every Person’s Life

In 1987 renowned Gestalt psychotherapist, Erving Polster, wrote a book called “Every Person’s Life is Worth a Novel”.  In this book he writes: Stories must not only be told, but also heard. What is said gains value from the listeners…

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Be Childish!

This is what I know. When we think too much about something it becomes overbaked. Mushy. Charred. Over thinking contaminates the dress-up box that is our right brain. Over thinking can apply the brakes to our creativity with an ear…

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Body Talk

Balance. It’s a word bandied around quite a bit these days. “Find a balance.”  “Inner balance.”  “Strive for balance”. Sometimes if a word is overused in our media driven culture, we become immune to it. The concept begins to bleed…

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A Wish for My Daughter

My daughter turned twelve this week. I remember twelve.  Something about twelve made me want to linger. Maybe it was because I knew it was my last year before lurching into teenagedom. Somehow at twelve stickers and stuffed animals still…

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“Who Still Serves Consomme?”

Last week I wrote about holding onto conflicted feelings and my best friend, Karen, shared this beautiful response: [quote]I just spent two hours ripping through dusty boxes from a storage unit that we finally emptied after ignoring it for seven…

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Some Like it Hot

Someone close to me went to an earth shift sweat lodge this week. It sounds uncomfortable doesn't it? Apparently it is. This isn't a luxury, sanitized sauna at a four-seasons resort. This is the real deal. You and twenty other…

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Play Me, I’m Yours

I was in London last month visiting my 'other' home. I arrived feeling dislocated.  It's an odd sideways movement returning to a place where you have left roots. A place where  you have made memories... sweet and bitter, clear and…

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Welcome to Wavering

There's a distinct difference between writer's block and writer's blah. Writer's block is dense. Brick. Concrete. Slab. Writer's blah is foggy. Murky. Swampy. Slump. Writer's block is hard to miss. It's the desolation of a blank page. A flashing cursor…

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